He had a thousand ideas, you might have heard his nameHe lived alone with his visionNot looking for fortune or fameNever said too much to speak ofHe was off on another planeThe words that he said were a mysteryNobody's sure he was sane

But he knew, he knew more than me or youNo one could see his view, Oh where was he going to

He was in search of an answerThe nature of what we areHe was trying to do it a new wayHe was bright as a starBut nobody understood him"His numbers are not the way"He's lost in the deepest enigmaWhich no one's unraveled today

But he knew, he knew more than me or youNo one could see his view, Oh where was he going toAnd he tried, but before he could tell us he diedWhen he left us the people cried,Oh where was he going to?

He had a different ideaA glimpse of the master planHe could see into the futureA true visionary manBut there's something he never told usIt died when he went awayIf only he could have been with usNo telling what he might say

But he knew, he knew more than me or youNo one could see his viewOh, where was he going toBut he knew, you could tell by the picture he drewIt was totally something new,Oh where was he going to?